Page 92 of Elora and the Crow

Her voice died in her throat as she looked up, then up some more, at the absolute giant of a blond man she had bumped into. He had to be a bear shifter. Probably a grizzly shifter. He was over seven feet tall, and…holy shit, there were two of them. A dark-haired man who rivaled the blond in size stood beside him, and while the blond gave her a brief, disinterested look before turning away, the dark-haired one let his gaze linger first on her tits and then her hips.

She flushed bright red, butterflies bursting to life in her stomach as he studied her face before moving up to her hair. She resisted the urge to touch her hair. She knew what it looked like - she’d shoved it into a messy bun on top of her head and ran out the door after she’d read Jonah’s texts. On some girls, a messy bun looked adorable. On Cece, it just looked like she hadn’t brushed her hair in a week.

“Let’s go,” the blond man said. “They’re waiting for us.”

The dark-haired man grunted and gave Cece’s breasts one final glance before walking away with his friend. Those butterflies still swooping and dipping in her stomach, Cece trailed behind them.

“Once we have her, we’ll take her down the back stairwell and out the service entrance at the back. It’s quieter and less busy this time of night,” the blond one said in a low voice as he pushed the button for the elevator.

The dark-haired man nodded. “He’ll be waiting for us in the parking lot?”

“Yeah,” his blond friend said.

The elevators opened with a soft ding, and they stepped inside, both grunting in surprise when they turned and saw Cece behind them. Before she could step into the elevator, the dark-haired man held out his hand to block her and said, “This one is full. Grab the next one.”

He pushed the close button as Cece glared at him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she muttered as the doors closed.

She jabbed her finger on the elevator button, glancing at her phone and debating whether to try Jonah again. The elevator doors across the hallway opened, and she hurried across the hallway and stepped inside.

When the doors opened on the ICU floor, she tucked her phone into her pocket and headed toward Elora’s room.

“Baby, I’m telling you, we’re on the wrong floor! They ain’t gonna fix my busted nose in the ICU.”

Cece slowed to a stop, cocking her head and staring at the large man with blood all over his face and the tiny woman standing in front of the nurses’ desk. They looked oddly familiar, and after a moment, she placed them. They’d come to Elora’s apartment looking for an amnesia spell to be broken. He was a bear shifter, and she was a bunny shifter. Judd and, oh crap, what was her name again? Cori…no… Tori. Her name was Tori.

“Your boyfriend is right.” Gretchen stood beside them, looking exasperated as hell as the other nurses at the desk watched in amusement. “You need to go back downstairs to emergency. They’ll help him there.”

Cece blinked in surprise as she watched the two giant-sized men from downstairs step out of a side hallway and slip into Elora’s room. What the fuck were they doing in there?

“There’s, like, sick people everywhere down there,” Tori spoke with a valley girl accent that sounded nothing like her speaking voice at Elora’s. “It’s, like, so gross.”

“It’s a hospital, ma’am,” Gretchen said. She studied Judd, who was bleeding heavily from his nose. “Go back downstairs to emergency, and they’ll look after you. We can’t do anything here for you. How did you break it anyway?”

“She broke it!” Judd jabbed his thumb at Tori.

“You shouldn’t have, like, slept with my cousin then, asshole,” Tori said.

“Oh my God,” one of the nurses said. “You slept with her cousin?”

“Lana,” Gretchen said with a scowl. “Don’t engage.”

“He totally slept with my cousin,” Tori said with an exaggerated pout.

“Baby, I told you, it was an accident.” Judd’s voice was nasally from his broken nose.

The men from the elevator stepped out of Elora’s room. Cece’s gaze widened when she saw Elora in the blond one’s arms.

“Hey!” She started forward. “Hey, they’ve got -”

“An accident?” Tori screeched at the top of her lungs, drowning out Cece’s voice. “Your dick did not accidentally fall into my cousin!”

She stomped on Judd’s foot before kneeing him in the stomach. Judd bellowed a curse, shaking his head wildly as blood flew from his broken nose and splattered across Gretchen, the nurses’ desk, and several of the other nurses.

“For the love of God,” Gretchen sighed as Tori jumped on Judd’s back, wrapped one arm around his thick neck and tried to choke him.

The nurses screamed, and even the unflappable Gretchen took a step back when Judd growled and fur sprouted on his face.

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